it's like you hold on to that moment, cherish it like those seconds,
and you think to yourself there will be more,
like the drinks, like the kisses, but i've never met another you.
I've got my head in my hands and theres still traces of my heart there,
the same one I never held out to you cos i'd dropped to the floor before it got anywhere.
It's funny how I could have sworn I'd dreamt of you one cold night,
and then before i knew it there you were, and I never even held you tight like I did everyone else
Sometimes you think the ones that mean the most will always be there,
but like the moments we shared, theyre jaded by the liquor and faded by the mind
and all thats left the next morning is a silence of swallows and a heart thats as hazy as the weary eyes.
And they say that theres a million more out there, like the sailors all at sea,
but if thats the case then why does Romeo still only love Juliet?
Nights will go on and I'll keep on smiling, I'll even hold his hand and nod a smile your way
but the music will never sound as sweet as it did that night, cos I'll never meet another you.
